The Heartwood see myself as a ghost

A faint smile curled on her lips; the duck was thriving. She was both glad and upset at the same time. Maybe it was selfish of her to think that; to feel this way; to feel upset because she was not a part of her future. „She was blessed with daughters to continue her legacy,” she added, followed by a nod. Daughters! Daughters to find husbands for!

Agana’s smile faded slightly as he mentioned the way she knew the moonwoman. „I knew her when she was a duck, young and loving.” Nostalgia hit her; to the day she saved her. A duck that could not swim; what an amusing thing it was. „She spoke of the seal hunters, her people,” how long has it been? The argent could not know. The smile faded from her face completely when she finally finished: „And then she left to find a husband.” Bitter taste in her mouth. Agana wasn’t blameless; she made her bed, and she laid in it. Then she awoke, finally, and went on to destroy it once and for all.